Holy cow. Is tomorrow Friday already?
Indeed it is.
When I worked at the restaurant, I think I had three paid holidays a year: Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s Day. But we also did catering… so, sometimes, I was offered a job on Thanksgiving Day or Christmas Day for some party being held up around the Broadmoor area.
I walked around drinks and hors d’oeuvres while wearing a tuxedo (a leftover from Chamber Singers) and was tipped outrageously for doing so.
That’s it. Those were the only days I got paid for not working that weren’t vacation or sick days.
Then, when I got my first “real” job (defined as “post-college job that said that they’d prefer a degree”) I got *SIX* whole holidays a year. New Year’s Day, Memorial Day, 4th of July, Labor Day, Thanksgiving Day, Christmas Day. (Man, January-May was a *DESERT*.)
Then, when I finally got my first “career” kinda job (defined as one that *DEMANDED* a degree or umpteen years of experience in the industry), I got 12 whole holidays. Like, I had one three-day weekend a month! (Well, March and April were kind of deserts, but the rest of the year was an embarrassment of riches).
And it is with that that I kind of leaned forward a little when my boss asked me “does anybody want to turn this upcoming 3-day into a 4-day?”
I realized that, yeah, I kinda did. (Especially since my Christmas vacation got rescheduled to February because a co-worker quit quite unexpectedly.)
And so, with that, I realize that my upcoming weekend plans involve cocooning hard. Like “as if it were the Christmas vacation I didn’t take” hard. Sure, I’m going to run errands and do chores and whatnot, but I plan on doing those things as bursts. Get them all done on Friday so that, starting Friday night, I can say “I don’t have to put on pants for the rest of the weekend and not on Monday either.”
And so that is the plan for the weekend. (Well, technically, Saturday night is a gaming night and a friend from out of town is in town on Sunday and Wrestling is Monday night… but, other than those: pantsless. Maybe I could figure out some pajama pants outfits that nobody would notice unless they were looking…)
So… what’s on your docket?
(Featured image is “Cocoon” by slgckgc. Used under a creative commons license.)